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"You brought the happiness with you," Lord Arranmore said, "and you take it away with you. Enton will be a very dull place when you are gone. "Your own stay here is nearly up, is it not?" Lady Caroom asked. "Very nearly. I expect to go to Paris next week at latest the week after, in time at any rate for Bernhardt's new play. So I suppose we shall soon all be scattered over the face of the earth."
"I saw Mr. Brooks in the morning," she remarked. "He told me that he was going to Enton to dine and sleep." Selina looked at her cousin sharply. "You saw Mr. Brooks?" she repeated. "Where?" "I met him," Mary answered, coolly. "He told me that Lord Arranmore had been very kind to him." "Why didn't you tell us?" Louise asked. "I really didn't think of it," Mary answered.
A string of pearls around her throat gleamed softly in the firelight. A chain of fine gold studded with opals and diamonds reached almost to her knees. She wore few rings indeed, but they were such rings as he had never seen before he had come as a guest to Enton. And there were thousands like her. A momentary flash of thought carried him back to the days of the French Revolution.
"Of course it has been much quieter at Enton than most of the houses we go to, and we only came at first, I think, because many years ago my mother and Lord Arranmore were great friends, and she fancied that he was shutting himself up too much. But I have enjoyed it very much indeed." He looked at her curiously.
And in the second I had every confidence in your own judgment." She was suddenly very thoughtful. "My own judgment," she repeated. "I am afraid that I have lost a good deal of faith in that lately." "Why?" "I have learned to repent of that impulsive visit of mine to Enton." "Again why?" "I was mad with rage against Lord Arranmore. I think that I was wrong.
By the bye, where are you going when we leave Enton?" Lord Arranmore hesitated. "Well, I really am not sure," he said. "You have alarmed me. Don't go." Lady Caroom laughed. "My dear man," she said, "we must! I daren't offend the Redcliffes. He's my trustee, and he'll never let me overdraw a penny unless I'm civil to him. If I were you I should go to the Riviera.
Lord Arranmore lifted a glass of champagne to the level of his head and looked thoughtfully around the table. "Come," he said, "a toast-to ourselves. Singly? Collectively. Lady Caroom, I drink to the delightful memories with which you have peopled Enton. Sybil, may you charm society as your mother has done. Brooks, your very good health. May your entertainment this evening be a welcome one.
Sydney Chester Molyneux stood with his cue in one hand, and an open telegram in the other, in the billiard-room at Enton. He was visibly annoyed. "Beastly hard luck," he declared. "Parliament is a shocking grind anyway. It isn't that one ever does anything, you know, but one wastes such a lot of time when one might have been doing something worth while."
Those days at Enton lay very far back, yet the girl by his side made him feel as though they had been but yesterday. He glanced at her covertly. Gracious, fresh, and as beautiful as the spring itself.
"The next day, then." "Thank you! I would rather you did not ask me. I have a great deal to do just now. I will bring the girls to the lecture." "Wednesday week," he protested, "is a long way off." "You can go over to Enton," she laughed, "and get some more cheques from your wonderful friend." "I wonder," he remarked, "why you dislike Lord Arranmore so much."
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